Falconsmere: The Chosen Ones

by Pink Panther

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Chapter Six

After the three-week Christmas break, the boys returned to school. The spring term always presented its own set of challenges, Marcus reflected. The weather was often poor. With rain, snow and the biting cold restricting the amount of time that the boys could spend outside, it was difficult for him to keep the rugby team up to scratch.

For the boys in their final year, it was an especially challenging time. This was when they would sit their Common Entrance Examination with the aim of winning a place at one of the country's top schools.

The most able among them would also sit the Public Schools' Scholarship examination, in the hope of winning one of these prestigious awards. This time around, Falconsmere had up to five boys with a good chance of success, Marcus considered, with Peter Fox clearly the best. Last but not least, Matthew Wainwright would be auditioned and interviewed for a place at the Purcell School.

Marcus recognised that at this time of year, his most important task was to give as much support and encouragement to these final year boys as he could, and to encourage his colleagues to do likewise. Since he'd been appointed to the post of headmaster, this strategy had worked very well. With the boys feeling confident and well-motivated, they'd produced excellent results, with several exceeding what had been expected of them.

At a personal level, Marcus still had one thing to accomplish, which was to take James Ashcombe's virginity. He'd start working towards it straightaway. Otherwise, he had things very much under control. But one thing was puzzling him. Several of the boys in their final year, including star rugby players Stephen Wood and Martin Rayner, were taking full advantage of his liberal policy concerning boys having sex with each other.

This was what he'd expected, of those two in particular. Both Wood and Rayner were nice looking, and very much the type to whom other boys – both contemporaries and younger boys – were happy to provide sexual favours. On the other hand, team captain Luke Tomlinson – just as good-looking and with the added status of being captain – seemed not to be involved. To Marcus, this seemed very strange.

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Snuggled up on the headmaster's bed, Marcus drew Peter Fox towards him.

"You know Tomlinson pretty well, don't you?" he asked, looking the boy right in the eye.

"Yes of course, sir. We're in the same dorm and all the same classes."

"That's what I thought. The reason I asked is that as far as I know, he doesn't seem to be involved in having sex with any other boys, you know, the way that Wood and Rayner are."

"No sir."

"Given his status as team captain, I find that very odd. Isn't he interested?"

"Sir," Peter began tentatively. "Because you know Luke mainly from him playing rugby, you may not know this, but he's actually really shy. He'd love to do that, but he couldn't approach other boys the way that Martin and Stephen do. He gets so tongue-tied; he wouldn't be able to find the words."

"I see!" Marcus said thoughtfully. "You're quite right; I hadn't picked up on that at all. On the rugby pitch, he's always seemed very confident."

"Yes sir. But when it comes to personal stuff, he just isn't."

"Well, that does make sense! Tell me; as you know him so well, have you and Tomlinson done anything together?"

"We've wanked each other off in the toilets a couple of times."

"Really? Is that all?"

"Yes, sir. I mean, I need to be careful, don't I?"

"I suppose you do. We wouldn't want you to get a reputation!"

"No sir. I prefer being with you in any case."

"Mmmmmm!" Marcus purred, drawing Peter so close they rubbed noses. "Flattery will get you everywhere!"

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Lying on his bed, Marcus looked right into Danny Fisher's eyes.

"I don't wish to intrude," he said quietly, "but have any of the older boys asked you to have sex with them?"

"No, sir. Wood and Rayner have been with some of my friends, but they've never asked me. I'm not sure why."

"I think I know," Marcus responded. "Wood and Rayner aren't bullies, but they do like to be in charge. You're too much of a livewire! Although you don't play rugby, you're better in the gym than either of them and you know how to stand up for yourself. They'll have worked out that you won't just go along with whatever they say, the way that other boys will."

"I think that's right, sir!" Danny agreed.

"I take it you know Luke Tomlinson?"

"Of course, sir; everybody does!"

"And do you like him?"

"I think he's hot, if that's what you mean!"

"Excellent! He's also very shy. As I understand it, he'd love to have a younger friend, but he's far too shy to actually ask anyone. Now the way these things usually work is for the older boy to approach the younger one, but there's no law about it."

"So, it'd be okay for me to ask him?" Danny suggested.

"Yes, but only if you want to. And you'll need to wait till you can speak to him on his own. Now I'm not telling you to do anything. I'm not even asking. I've made you aware of the situation. You have to decide what, if anything, you're going to do about it."

"Cool! What's Tomlinson like, sir?"

"He's a really nice lad," Marcus answered, smiling. "When we're playing rugby, he has the ability to get the best out of players who aren't as good as he is. That's why I made him captain."

"How does that work, sir?"

"If someone makes a mistake, he doesn't shout at them. Instead, he tells them to forget about it and get on with the game."

"I like that, sir!" Danny enthused, grinning.

"I thought you might," Marcus responded, drawing the boy towards him.

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Sitting on the headmaster's sofa, James's shorts and briefs were down around his thighs. As usual, Mr Johnstone was sucking his penis. James knew it was wrong and pervy. He went along with it because, as well as getting him closer to his objective, it gave him the most exciting feelings he'd ever experienced.

Unusually, however, the man's fingertips didn't stop at tickling his perineum. Instead, they gradually moved further and further back until one of them was touching his bum-hole.

James was shocked when Mr Johnstone's index finger, now coated in K-Y, was pushed into his bum, but the shock soon passed. When the digit advanced to the first knuckle, James initially found it quite painful, but that didn't last long either. Eventually, the man's finger was pushed right into him.

`Weird but exciting,' James decided, giving no thought to where this intrusion might be leading.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was during the lunch break two days later that Danny spotted Luke Tomlinson on his own. Seizing his opportunity, he strode up to the older boy.

"Hi, I'm Danny," he said, smiling. "I wondered if you might like to be my friend."

Luke swallowed hard, struggling to process what he'd just heard. Having listened to his team-mates Wood and Rayner recounting tales of the boys they'd picked up, he'd envied them, wishing that he could do what they did, but knowing he couldn't. But here he was, with a boy having approached him! And it wasn't just any boy; standing in front of him was Danny Fisher, the cutest, sexiest boy in the entire school. Could this really be happening?

"We can go somewhere if you want," Danny suggested quietly.

"Okay!"

Danny led the way to the classroom block toilets. They were in luck. With the exception of the nearest stall, the place was deserted. As he headed into the stall at the far end, Luke followed him, bolting the door behind them.

Pushing his shorts and underpants down to his ankles, Danny sat on the toilet. Reaching out, he undid the Luke's shorts before expertly pulling them down, together with his new friend's briefs.

The older boy's athletic physique was complemented by 14cm of hard teen cock. It was quite thick, Danny noted, with around half the head exposed beyond the lad's foreskin, a small patch of pubic hair immediately above, and a pair of large, well-formed balls hanging pendulously below.

Holding the base of Luke's penis between thumb and forefinger, Danny took it into his mouth. Very steadily, he sucked his way down, skilfully running his tongue all over it, just as he did with Mr Johnstone's. Luke was in heaven. Basking in the wonderful sensations that Danny was giving him, he absently stroked the younger boy's soft curls.

Danny would have been quite happy to let Luke cum in his mouth if that was what he wanted, but ambitious as always, he wondered if the athletic teen might be up for going even further. Very carefully, he eased himself away.

"Would you like to fuck me?" he mouthed, looking expectantly at the older boy.

Luke had listened to the accounts that Wood and Rayner had given of how they'd fucked some of the boys they'd been with, and how fantastic it had been. Although he hadn't said anything, he'd never been sure that they'd actually done it. Now Danny was offering him the chance to do that. As long as the boy was serious, he couldn't turn it down.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

Reaching into the pocket of his shorts, Danny produced a tube of K-Y and held it up, grinning. As Luke smiled back at him, he opened the tube and smeared some over the thirteen-year old's penis. He then squeezed some more onto Luke's fingers.

"Put it up my bum!" he instructed.

Standing up, Danny turned around and bent over the toilet. Very gingerly, Luke worked the slimy gel into his younger friend's bottom. With the moment of truth upon him, he lined himself up and thrust his hard cock right in where his fingers had just been.

For Luke, it was as though all his Christmases had come at once. Having his cock sucked had felt wonderful, but Danny's bum was so warm and tight, this was even better! Placing his hands around the tops of the boy's thighs, he instinctively began to fuck, thrusting his penis in and out. He no longer cared whether Wood and Rayner had done it or not. He was doing it, and it was every bit as fantastic as they'd told him it was!

Danny was ecstatic. With Luke's cock being a little smaller than Mr Johnstone's, taking it up his bum didn't hurt at all. All he was experiencing was sheer, unbridled pleasure.

"Rub my cock!" he gasped.

Reaching down, Luke readily did as he'd been asked. Within seconds, Danny's prick came to life in his hand, the younger boy's anal contractions taking him right over the edge. Resuming his grip on the eleven-year old's thighs, Luke held on as best he could as his spunk spurted repeatedly into Danny's bum.

After a few seconds, Luke carefully withdrew. It was, he decided, the best, most exciting thing he'd ever done. Finally, they made their way out. Seeing nobody on the corridor, they walked together.

"I'm surprised you haven't been with Wood or Rayner," Luke commented.

"They've never asked me," Danny responded. "Anyway, you're much nicer than they are!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following evening, Marcus Johnstone lay naked on his bed. He was snuggled up with Danny Fisher, who was telling him all about his encounter with Luke Tomlinson.

"It sounds like you had a wonderful time!" he suggested.

"Yes, sir!" Danny confirmed. "Luke's really nice, just like you said!"

"I take it you'll be seeing each other again?"

"Oh yes, sir! We've arranged to meet again tomorrow."

Marcus was delighted. Danny now had an older friend who would look after him properly, Tomlinson had acquired a highly desirable younger friend, which would boost his confidence considerably, and Danny would no longer be pestering him about seeing him more frequently.

"Excellent! Are you ready for mine now?"

"I'm always ready for yours, sir!".

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"Luke Tomlinson's got himself a younger friend," Peter announced, parking himself on the headmaster's sofa.

"Really?" Mr Johnstone queried.

"Yes, sir. It seems he's hooked up with Danny Fisher! Stephen and Martin are insanely jealous! They said they never approached Fisher because they thought they wouldn't get anywhere."

Marcus allowed himself a sardonic smile, pleased to hear that Wood and Rayner, both a little too full of themselves, had had their noses put out of joint.

"I'd say that what they actually thought," he said acidly, "is that Fisher wouldn't let them walk all over him, the way some of the other boys do."

"Fisher must have made the running," Peter suggested, knowing that Mr Johnstone was right. "Luke wouldn't have."

"Daniel Fisher has never been backward in putting himself forward," Marcus answered carefully.

"Sir, you didn't have anything to do with it, did you?"

"Me?"

"Sir?"

"I may have used `diplomatic channels' to make sure that Fisher was aware of the situation," Mr Johnstone conceded, "but that's all."

"Sir!" Peter responded, grinning, having been sure that Mr Johnstone must have had a hand in it somewhere.

"Think of it as being like lighting a firework," the headmaster suggested.

"Sir?" Peter queried.

"Light the blue touchpaper and retire to a safe distance!"

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Having moved from the sofa to the bed, Mr Johnstone was gently sucking James Ashcombe's penis while fingering the youngster's bum-hole. Meeting little resistance, he decided it was time to move things on.

"Get on all-fours for me," he requested quietly. "There's a good boy!"

Horny, and comfortable with what the headmaster had been doing, James complied without giving it a second thought.

Moments later, Mr Johnstone was licking his bum-hole, the man's tongue pushing right inside. As the tongue finally withdrew, the headmaster's index finger returned, gently sliding in and out. Although he didn't understand why, James found it very erotic.

Suddenly, Mr Johnstone introduced a second finger. James winced sharply, shocked by having his anal ring stretched further than he was used to. But the pain soon dissipated, leaving the two digits slowly twisting around inside him.

Marcus licked his lips. Having adjusted more quickly than he'd expected, James was ready. After smearing K-Y over his penis he allowed his fingers to slide out. Then shuffling in close, he guided his cock onto the boy's bum-hole.

A moment later, James experienced another intrusion. Although a little larger than the two fingers combined, it felt much smoother. At that moment, reality dawned. Panic swept over him, his hard-on vanishing in an instant.

"No!" he gasped. "Please, sir!"

"Just relax!" Mr Johnstone responded calmly. "You'll be fine!"

James tried to pull away, but with the headmaster holding him firmly around the thighs, he wasn't going anywhere. Over the next few seconds, the man's penis slowly pushed in deeper and deeper. Then, after a short pause, it began thrusting in and out.

James gritted his teeth, angry with himself for having allowed things to go so far.

Behind him, the headmaster pressed on remorselessly, delighting in the tight virgin sheath that was gripping his cock. Within two minutes, he was there.

"Oh yes!" he growled quietly. "This is what you need!"

Tightening his grip on the twelve-year old's thighs, he ejaculated prodigiously, some of his man-cream escaping from the youngster's boy-hole even before he'd finished. Eventually, he withdrew. Helping James off the bed, he ushered him into the bathroom, spunk trickling down the boy's legs.

Sitting on the toilet, James felt used and betrayed. Mr Johnstone had told him that nothing bad would happen. Then he'd done that! He couldn't get his head around it.

And it didn't end there. He knew that if he was going to hang onto his ambition to captain the rugby team, he'd have to allow the headmaster to keep doing it. But having told his parents that he was almost certain to be given the captaincy, what other choice did he have?